This is so weird
I just re-read my little diary book, over a year after I had written in it. And to be honest my feelings haven’t changed.
This is unfortunate.
This is crazy.
I haven’t spoken to that man in over 6 months, longer maybe.
I wrote in my journal how he had had me over to his place and told me “this is the last time”. How I left before anything intimate happened. How I cried and cried on the way home. “How could he do this to me?” I screamed in wretched pan. Tears streaming down my face.
But now, time has gone on. The sun managed to keep rising every day. I remembered to breathe.
And I am shocked to find, even a year, two years later, three years that I still feel the same.
Once in a while.
I think about him often
I dream of him at night
I ache for him
At times
The same old songs make me feel the same old way.
It hurts.
The kids have grown and flourished.
My job is going awesome!
The new apartment is nice. Very plain – no frills. Almost affordable. Very close to work. I was driving an hour every morning and every night. Paying $2.25 to wash and dry one load of laundry-not to mention the hauling of all that laundry. Gas was up to unbelievable heights! $2.25 a gallon or more I think it reached.
There are some nice men at work. They are so nice to me. One I like, I can tell he likes me. But he is engaged. He seems to be having doubts about getting married. He is very cute and smart. He re minds me of my uncle.
And this new guy. A real fox and so very very nice and professional.
I don’t think I have prayed enough for him to be out of my heart.
I don’t think I have prayed enough for someone new.
But #$% is so nice. And so cute. And he lives so close. And he is so engaged.
Maybe.
#$%^&
He has the best kisses. And best other stuff!!
Damnit!
I want out of this cycle.
I think of you so often
You keep dropping by my mind
at the strangest times
and in the strangest places
how nice it is
to be constantly reminded of you.
Do you think of me
Like I think of you?
Do I burn inside of you
Like you burn inside of me?
I can see the tilt of your head when you listen
And the smile in your eyes when we talk
The colors of your hair
I can feel the warmth of your hand on mine
The heat that surges through my veins when you look at me
Stand close to me
When will this sweet tender pain STOP?
Will the longing ever end?
I have prayed
Begged
Cried
For mercy.
Do I do this to myself? Have you cast a spell on me?
It’s the curl of your hair and my cheek against yours, your neck that cries out to my lips. My hand in yours, your breath in my ear
So warm
So perfect
Its when nothing else matters
How everything disappears when you walk into a room
Every time it happens that way
The very first time I saw your handsome face
And every time since. I remember exactly the very first time I ever saw you.
I remember the very last time.
And all the times in between.
How mad you got when I drew a heart around our initials on your windshield.
The many beers I’d drank that night that made me think it was cute.
You never wrote
called
sent flowers
Or ever came to see me.
I have guys that call me constantly that I don't really care about and I treat them the sameway. i am rude, i ignore them. i stand them up on dates and don't apologize. I just don't really care. Like this guy and me. he just wasn't that into me.
